His hand brushed the curve of her waist, sending a shiver up her spine. “I feel you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her cries echoed into the night, raw and unfiltered, as Wyatt’s cum joined Duke’s inside her. she thought, a rare impulse piercing her usual restraint. “But maybe tonight, you don’t have to be.”
The words unraveled something deep within her, a knot of duty she’d held tight for years. Wyatt’s lips grazed her neck, his breath warm against her skin. Oh God, yes. “You’re ours now, Ma. “You’re ours, Ma—always have been, always will be. Duke’s hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer, his body pressed against hers. “You know what we want, Ma,” he said, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs, brushing her clit and making her gasp. “But you better treat me right, boys.”
Wyatt’s grin was wicked, his teeth flashing in the moonlight as he stepped closer. “What now?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, sending a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs. Wyatt’s cock pressed against her, long and hard, and she turned to him, her lips brushing his ear. Josie’s body trembled, her pussy and ass still pulsing with the aftershocks, the fullness of their cum inside her a constant reminder of their claim.
